“That would have been the polite thing to do,” she said. “Is it too much to ask?”
He chuckled as he came up behind her, wrapping her up in his big arms. “Probably,” he said, squeezing her. “Young men are like rutting stallions. They have needs that women do not. If it makes you feel any better, I paid well to learn something of the art of love. How else am I to teach you? If I know nothing, and you know nothing, we’ll make fools of ourselves.”
She let him hug her a moment longer before pulling away and removing the dress completely. As it fell to the ground at her feet, she stepped out of it and Douglas picked it up.
“Then you had better be very good at this if I have had to sacrifice you to another woman so you could learn,” she said, feigning seriousness. “If she has not taught you properly, then I will find her and demand your money returned.”
He laughed as he put the dress carefully over a chair. “You probably would,” he said. “You know, you act like Lady Isabel sometimes. I think her demanding ways have rubbed off on you.”
Mira fought off a smile, pointing to the bed. “Show me what you have learned.”
“You’ll need to take your shift off first.”
He was naked, so she forced herself not to feel embarrassed as she rolled off her hose and pulled her shift over her head. He watched her intently, biting his lip with anticipation as she removed the pale garment, the last line of defense between her modesty and his eager eyes. He’d long dreamt of the moment. She was short, petite, and oh so curvy in the right places. More than a handful for his eager touch.
He was ready.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed as he looked at her. “Get into that bed. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”
Fighting down flaming cheeks, Mira crawled beneath the linens. Douglas followed. The moment he lay down next to her, he knew he couldn’t wait. He pulled Mira to him and his mouth came down on hers, so firmly that he drove her teeth into her lip. He kissed her deeply, tasting the blood, tasting her sweetness. There was passion and lust and love in that kiss, feelings that made him gather her more tightly against him. Her arms went around his neck, and her breasts, soft and warm, were pressed against his chest. Their naked flesh touching for the first time spurred him to another level of desire.
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him.
Douglas loved the feel of her squirming on him, her wet heat against him, and it drove him mad. His mouth moved down her neck to the exposed cleavage, but it was difficult to go much further the way they were, so he quickly rolled her back over so that she was beneath him. He lifted her arms, snaring them above her head, as his free hand began to move. His mouth trailed away from her lips, down her neck, and to her breasts. Using his knees, he pushed her legs apart and wedged himself in between them. With one hand holding her arms above her head, the other hand moved to the delicate heat between her legs and he stroked her gently before inserting a big finger into her.
Mira shuddered.
He’d done that before, during times of passion when she had thrown propriety to the wind, but this time it was different. She wasn’t going to stop him from going any further, as she always had in the past.
“Do you feel me inside of you?” he whispered, his mouth against her right breast. “This is where you will know pleasure. This is where our loves comes to fruition, wife.Mywife.”
He thrust two fingers into her, moving them in and out, mimicking what he would soon be doing with his engorged member. At the same time, his mouth found a nipple and he suckled firmly. Mira groaned with pleasure every time he thrust his fingers into her tight, wet heat, preparing her for his entry. It wasn’t long before he could feel her body start to quiver, the beginnings of her first release, so he quickly removed his fingers and thrust his manhood firmly into her as she began to throb with pleasurable convulsions.
Douglas could feel her body pulsing around him as he carefully but firmly thrust into her. She was so hot and wet, so prepared for him, that she hardly felt the sting of losing her innocence. So many sensations were overwhelming her that all Mira could feel was Douglas’ manhood inside of her, driving herto a new plane of awareness. Her gasps of pleasure filled the air until he slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her with the power of the love he felt for her. Douglas was so highly aroused that he released himself sooner than he had anticipated, spilling deep into her waiting body.
It was heaven.
The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air as Douglas slowed his thrusts, finally stopping completely as he struggled to catch his breath. Beneath him, Mira lay with her eyes closed, arms over her head where he’d let them go, her bare breasts reflecting the firelight. Douglas watched her, thinking he’d never seen anything more beautiful. She was finally his—his wife, his life, his all—and when she lowered one of her arms, her breasts quivered and the sight was enough to arouse him again. In little time, he was sensually thrusting in and out of her as his manhood began to pulse back to life. They were on their sides now as he held her against him. The pace was slower but no less passionate. Douglas buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, as his hips moved in the ancient, primal rhythm.
“Douglas,” Mira gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “God…Douglas…”
She had one leg over his hips as her hands found his taut buttocks to pull him deep inside of her. Douglas responded by covering her mouth with his, his kisses hot but tender, sweet but powerful. He held her leg behind the knee, rubbing himself against her as he thrust, and when he felt her tremors began again, he thrust into her, hard, before releasing himself in another burst of glory.
The fire in the hearth snapped softly as heavy breathing filled the room. Douglas lay beside his wife, his body still joined to hers, thinking that this moment had been well worth the wait. He began to kiss her softly—her head, her face, her shoulders—while his hand came away from her knee and went to herbreasts, tenderly fondling her. At some point, her soft snores rose up and he smiled, thinking that she was quite adorable when she snored. But he continued to kiss her, and fondle her, until he, too, drifted off to sleep for a time, only to awaken sometime later with another erection that demanded satisfaction.
Mira was more than happy to provide it.
It went on all night.
When morning finally came, they welcomed the sunrise with yet another lovemaking session. Douglas had counted five times in total, but still, he wanted more. Mira didn’t seem to mind, though he had asked her repeatedly, so he was quite happy to make love to his wife yet again. When they were finally finished and contemplating rising for the day, Douglas ultimately wasn’t sure he wanted to. He rather liked it in bed with her, and they probably would have gone again had Mira not reached down in the bed and pulled off a sprig of lavender that had been stuck to her foot.
It had been there the whole time.
As Douglas climbed out of bed and cursed whoever had put the lavender in the chamber to begin with, Mira laughed so hard she cried. Tears of laughter streamed down her temples as Douglas was now convinced their first child would be a girl.
Little did he know that he was right.
Almost a year later, the moment his mother put his new daughter in his arms after a swift and rather easy labor for Mira, Douglas looked at that little face and didn’t care one bit that his firstborn was a girl. He was in love with her as only a father could be, grateful for a healthy birth and a healthy wife, already planning the great things his new daughter would accomplish.
